There are dreams you wake from laughing, dreams you wake from screaming, dreams you wake from with your body still vibrating from the touch of a creature made of paralysis. And then there are dreams like this one. The dream that is not a nightmare, not a fantasy, not a revelation. The dream that is […]
The Summons at the Smokers’ Bench Read Post »
There is a language spoken in homes where love has been weaponized. It is not a language of words. It is a grammar of broken objects and a vocabulary of hidden wounds. It is the story told by the shattered glass of a shower door, explained away as a slip of the hand.It is the lie
The Language of Broken Things: The Lies We Wear and the Truths We Cannot Speak Read Post »
We are all complicit in the conspiracy of silence. We practice it daily. In the meeting where everyone nods agreement while privately knowing the plan is flawed. In the family gathering where a glaring truth about a relative is carefully avoided. In the quiet of our own minds, where we dismiss a thought because it’s
Why I Started THAT Elephant Read Post »
